Monday, January 9, 2012

Mooning about it

Did you see that big glowing orb in the sky last night? I tried to write a serious poem, but came up with this silly thing.

Under the influence of a buttery moon
I gaze at the heavens and crack open a tune,
reach for a note as high as the sky,
trip over my tongue and ask myself why
I can write, but I cannot sing.


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